Making Moments that Matter

With precision, moments continues to make history
and memories build within me
Letters and words expel themselves
searching out a position and place

A losing battle for the man in me
the tide rising faster than release can be
and still I grasp for the plug that opens
that wave held back by the pain

Scratch my neck and prick my finger
lose my place over and over
youth was such a misspent mile
while the aged yardstick is paused forever

My throat is swollen, filled like a quiver
darts and arrows these upcoming weapons
killers of the enemy that strangles new mornings
ghostly potion for remedy beyond reach

Again I near that island of understanding
when all that must be, be said in fullness
perhaps this is my moment, again
yes, I've made it to the end

Where all the aching and protesting have past
and every thing needed, has been said at last